Childcare staff can be a very strange set of people. Some are naturally strange and others become strange after spending so much time around children. Being so good with children meant they they were strange with adults. They were all strange in their own special ways.
For rather too long, several very crude jokes were banded about the hotel (mainly the kitchen) and the phrased 'ram raided' was coined. I wasn't the biggest fan of this particular phrase, especially as it was almost always directed towards me. This came around after the ONE TIME I went out with the band and the chefs saw me in Dicks. It was the general running joke that I spend all of my free time engaging in various naked acts with the three men at the same time. This was so unbelievably far from the truth but it became habit that I was asked about it every single morning. For a few weeks I just told them to Fuck Off and then I began responding with 'I didn't go last night, its got a bit boring now, a bit repetitive'. However there were several people who actually believed it was true and I had to spend rather a lot of time correcting them in an increasingly exasperated way. Rather too much time actually. My nickname on the back of my seasonaire onesie (most seasonaires get hoodies, we got onesies) was 'Ram Raided', luckily in very small writing.
Anyway, I got into work one day, to have several people practically run up to me to tell me that 'Rox got Ram Raided last night'. The glee and delight that lit up the hotel when there was some interesting gossip going round was instantly recognisable. Over the next 30 seconds I got the garbled story that Rox had taken the bassist from the Ram Raid home the night before.
Rox was childcare and had, up until that point, been rather gossip free. Still strange in a childcare kind of a way. On the first day she had downright refused to live in the general staff accommodation (you can't blame her) and she moved into one of the apartments further down the mountain. And I got to know her in my role as 'protector of all crying girls' in one of her few moments of weakness and I resolved to take her out.
And I did. I literally dragged her down the street. I did actually drag her by her arm down the street all the way to a bar called the den which was right in above Dicks Tea Bar. I knew that the Ran Raid was playing and I knew she would enjoy them. Haha how right I was (I am right about most things as anyone who knows me will tell you). They were good as always. Rox was very taken with the double bass. I briefly introduced them and I got to sit in the VIP area. I enjoyed that.
As we were leaving a very drunk man started talking to us. He told me about how Sean Bean in Sharpe is his hero and he is almost as good in Game of Thrones. I was the only one in the group who had watched Sharpe, so we had a great conversation.
So fast forward several months and Rox had, it seemed, indulged in a fantasy she had been thinking about for some time. Good on her. She had always liked his hair she said, she thought his long curly red hair was beautiful.
There was one question everyone asked her, 'didn't the long, curly, red hair get in the way?' It turned out she made him tie it up. Very sensible.
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